777 soon found out that Mo Zhicheng was in a game hall.

She came to the game hall, and the front desk of the game hall looked at her for a long time, she was wearing a mask, and her clothes and hat were buttoned on her head, no matter how she looked, she looked like someone looking for trouble.

Fortunately, in the game hall, there are many people who are afraid of being discovered by their parents and come back again by pretending.

The front desk just looked at Shi Shu for a while, and then let Shi Shu in.

Mo Zhicheng was playing a sniper game, and just after the game, a sign of victory popped up on the screen, Mo Zhicheng proudly hooked the corners of his lips, accepting the envious gaze of others.

His family is not how rich it is, but Mo Zhicheng's parents divorced when he was very young, and his parents reorganized the family, and Mo Zhicheng became the superfluous one.

He has lived with his grandparents since he was a child, and he is not short of money, but he lacks love.

Growing up in an environment that is not healthy, coupled with Mo Zhicheng's rebellion, his grandparents can't control it, he mixes with a group of bad students, and his personality becomes more and more distorted.

He likes the feeling of being noticed.

Mo Zhicheng curled the corners of his lips proudly, and at this time, a person suddenly came beside him, with a slender figure, wearing a mask and a hat, dressed in black, and exuding a cold breath on his body.

"He" glanced sideways at Mo Zhicheng, and the corners of his perverse eyes raised, "Compare to one?" ”

Mo Zhicheng is not a person whose brain will do things on the spur of the moment.

If others provoke him, he doesn't bother to compete with them.

In this arcade, no one who plays sniper games can play him.

But the person in front of him, Mo Zhicheng didn't want to refuse.

Mo Zhicheng thought about the reason, and felt that the other party's eyes were too arrogant, and there was no one in his eyes, as if he was just an unqualified clown in the eyes of "him".

"Good! What to bet on? ”

"Whatever." Shi Shu didn't care.

She looked down and fiddled with the plastic replica gun in her hand, as if studying what to do with it.

She had dealt with zombies with real guns in her last days.

Mo Zhicheng saw that Shi Shu was studying how to use the gun, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he regretted a little that he agreed to the competition.

This looks like a rookie who can't play and challenges blindly.

"Then whoever loses will agree to the other party's request." Mo Zhicheng's nature suddenly disappeared, and it didn't matter.

"Okay." Shi Shu said lightly.

As soon as they heard about the bet, everyone else came over with interest.

Shi Shu's face is relatively raw, it should be a newcomer, no wonder he dares to challenge Mo Zhicheng, there should be no suspense in this competition, and Mo Zhicheng must win.

Despite this, everyone is still full of curiosity about this kind of thing and wants to know the outcome.

The competition begins.

Shi Shu and Mo Zhicheng are networked.

Whoever kills more people wins, Shi Shu and Mo Zhicheng are teammates, but at this time, the two of them are tense and cutting alone, like in a huge slaughterhouse, fierce competition to survive.

When Shi Shu was choosing a gun, she chose a sniper.

Mo Zhicheng is too, what he is best at is sniping.

However, in this battle, the sniper in his hand was like a piece of waste wood, and Shi Shu was like having the ability to predict, and he could always harvest his prey before him.

Mo Zhicheng glared at Shi Shu fiercely.

Shi Shu chuckled, but she didn't see it, and continued to snipe at her with a relaxed demeanor.

Suddenly, she swept to Mo Zhicheng, who was next to her, and changed it to a submachine gun.

She sneered, turned the head of the gun, and shot at Mo Zhicheng's character's head!